Soldier Aesthetic for @amnxsiacwxlf OC Belongs to me.
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Soldier Aesthetic for @amnxsiacwxlf OC Belongs to me.
Soldier Aesthetic for @amnxsiacwxlf OC Belongs to me.
vagantum-custos:
Aeona nodded as he took the package from her hand, a bit embarrassed that it was wrapped in large leaves rather than in a proper container, but what was she to do when she had hunted and cooked the meat in the forest herself?
“Are you alright?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she noticed his legs trembling. With a frown she reached forward to support him. “Maybe we should get you to a hospital.”
His shoulders twitched upwards when the woman was to get closer to him, her hands raise ever so slightly towards him. Soldier moved back but his arm met the wall he leaned on earlier, making it a bit hard for him to avoid her.
“No, no... No hospital. I’m fine, just. Just tired.” He swallowed once more. “I’ll just. Uhm.”
vagantum-custos:
Why is it people preferred to ignore the less fortunate? The young woman asked herself this as she noticed individuals walking right by a man in need, his form thin from lack of sustenance. It was sad, and she knew exactly how it felt to be in such a position.
“Hey,” she called as her steps carried her over to him, keeping her jacket close around her. The masked one stopped before the other and reached in her jacket, purple flames flaring out of sight as she pulled out a warm package wrapped in large leaves. The smell of freshly roasted meat came off it as she held the package out to him, eyes down to the side. “I don’t have any money, but I figured you could use some venison.”
He was simply eyeing the people walking by when a young-looking lady approached and called over to him. His heart began racing as he straightened up from the wall, extending his hands over to the weird-looking package. Her apperance was rather shady, and in no way he have ever seen food wrapped in such a way... But it smelled so good.
“Thanks...” He managed to mutter, mouth watering as he is careful not to touch her skin as he takes the meal away, placing it down on his lap.
“A - Fuck... Thanks.” He cleared his throat, swallowing hard. After a couple of seconds staring at it, he began pushing himself up to stand, ankles shaking ever so slightly beneath him.
@vagantum-custos
Sitting just outside the alley he was hiding his rifle in, Soldier tried to pick up the beggar’s life. Money’s been tighter than the usual lately, and if he’d want to pick up any other job soon, he’ll need at least a dollar-menu burger beforehand.
“Sir, mind sparing some change?” He called as he watched a man passing by, just to go unnoticed. Or rather, ignored. “Ma’am?”
He clicked his tongue, lowering a boney forearm back to his lap as his head leaned back against the wall, his stomach growling.
piltcver started following you
It’s been a long night for Piers. He have barely had time after returning from his work and he already was searching deep within the bins for something to fill his stomach with. While he had the money to buy himself a proper meal for a change it was just too early in the morning for anything to be open around him. There were always the gas stations which were open at all times, but the man was too tired after the job to drag himself out.
He was even so tired, that his senses were feeling a little off. It took him a few minutes of scattering in the trash to realize he was stared at by some curious eyes. Snarling, he adjusted the sniper rifle on his shoulder, quickly leaving the bin behind him and heading to the dark allyways. He felt watched, and felt like he was being tailed, so he upped the pace and turned to a corner leading to yet another ally -
“Fuck!” He growled, taking a step back after bumping into someone. “I wouldn’t recommend going that w -” He then came to a stop, staring at the woman in front of him. The color fading off his face as he steps back once more. “Yeah just don’t -” He didn’t even bother finishing the sentence, trying to move past the pink-haired woman and leave.
sonofrusalka:
Adam didn’t fully understand the other man’s comment about his safety but he wasn’t about to argue - or start asking questions. Soldier did have the rifle and Adam guessed that, legitimately or not, his homeless status might not make him the most favorite patron of the local store owners.
“Fair enough. I’ll be back in a few.” Adam concluded in response to Soldier’s assertion, and with a shrug he turned and headed towards the McDonald’s. It was a few minutes before Adam emerged, but when he did he was carrying a couple paper bags and a tray with two drinks. He walked back across to where Soldier loitered in the alley and stopped.
“So we gonna eat here or is there somewhere to sit, somewhere better to go? I got you a couple combos, one of those apple pie things, those are good, and a pop. Shoulda asked what you wanted but…” The aug shrugged and held out one of the bags to Soldier and the drink tray for the other to take his drink. Adam figured, in the end, it didn’t really matter much. He had just picked a couple of combos he thought Soldier might like and might be most filling for the man.
“I don’t know about a place to sit in, but...” His brows twitched upwards before his usual stoic expression returned to his face, back straightening away from the wall as he extends his hand and grabs the bag - almost snatching it from the onyx fingers. He was damn hungry, and had a pretty unhealthy relationship with food... Boy, just hearing the cyborg talk made his mouth water.
“Don’t worry, uh... I eat anything. Almost. I eat anything that the fast food places serve, is what I’m saying.” He was to quickly peek into the bag before biting into his lower lip.
“A place to sit in...” He started musing again, looking around him. “Honestly I don’t mind just sitting here.”
If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?
“I’d rather be almost anything other than what this life have fucking cooked me.But I also won’t go too far and say I’d love to be some rich dude.Maybe just. Be the same guy? But with a place I could call a home, and a better job? Its kinda tiring to be only capable of shooting people.”
He then shrugs, sighing.
“I’d just love to be a normal person leading a normal life, I guess.”
Ask My Muse About Death
Send my muse one or a few of these questions (all of them related to death, life after death, etc. so please read with that warning in mind)
Have you ever come close to dying?
What do you think is the worst possible way to die?
Do you think there’s life after death?
If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?
If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?
Have you ever taken someone’s life?
Are you afraid of dying?
Do you ever wish you were immortal?
If you are immortal, do you ever wish you were mortal instead?
Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.
Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?
Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.
If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose?
Have you ever seen someone die (but you didn’t cause it)?
Has someone ever tried to severely hurt you?
Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?
If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?
Do you believe the dead ever come back to walk the earth?
Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?
If you’ve ever had a near-death experience, describe what happened and what you saw/experienced.
BONUS: FOR UNDEAD/SPOOKY MUSES
How did you die?
What’s the last thing you remember before death?
Is the afterlife/undeath exactly as you pictured it to be?
What do you consider yourself (ghost, zombie, spirit, etc.)?
Do you wish you were alive and mortal again?
Was death frightening to you?
What have you learned since your death?
When you meet living people, are they afraid of you?
If you could be brought back to life, would you accept?
Did you return for a reason?
New York City - New York - USA (by Kārlis Dambrāns)
your muse is allowed to underestimate my muse
your muse is allowed to disrespect my muse
your muse is allowed to provoke my muse
your muse is allowed to be a little asshole to my muse
and more – !!
So long as you, the mun, understand the consequences of your muse ticking off my muse your muse is allowed to be not nice to mine. Confrontation can be interesting and fun to rp! I welcome it! While you, the mun, should know better than to provoke my muse your muse might not and that’s okay! Mun does not equal muse and vice versa. When your muse provokes mine, disrespects mine, underestimates mine, I am trusting that even if your muse doesn’t know the consequences that you, the other mun, understand there are repercussions for your muse being an asshole.
you want your muse to be an ass to mine? that’s fine – just don’t whine when your muse doesn’t come out of it unscathed.
Since those get around better that Promos [Which I do not make well regardless], do you mind liking/reblogging this if you’re willing to RP with a fandomless OC? I’ll check your blog out ASAP!
"I'm not usually a violent person." / Kuroha (:
“Usually, huh?!”
The comment was enough to throw him up on his feet in a fit of suspicion and clear discomfort, but the fact those words came from a woman only added to it. He tried to move his focus from that, trying to think what would make her say such a thing. Perhaps she was being cynical? Sarcastic? Did she notice he was uncomfortable with her presence, and tried to calm him down, with a tiny sting?
His nose twisted and tugged upwards in easiness and displeasure as he stared. “Well, I would like to think that I’m pretty fucking violent.”
Violent and Dark Starters 3
"I can give you whatever you want. All I need is your soul in return."
"Get on your knees."
"You are my slave. You are not allowed to have an opinion."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Please... no...."
"All will perish."
"Submit to me."
"Fight back."
"Marry me, or else."
"This was all a trap, wasn't it?"
"I'll kill you if you don't do as I say."
"Now, come with me."
"You're so beautiful..."
"I'm not usually a violent person."
"Burn it all down."
"Your soul is mine."
"I don't care what you think."
"You betrayed me..."
"I am not yours to own."
"I lured you here."
"If not for me you would be dead."
"Fuck off."
"I will have everything I desire."
"You're insane..."
"The rivers run red with blood."
"I AM death."
"I want to hear you whimper."
"I will not bow to you."
"I am yours to do with as you please."
velvettspook started following you
Sitting just outside the alley he was hiding his rifle in, Soldier tried to pick up the beggar’s life. Money’s been tighter than the usual lately, and if he’d want to pick up any other job soon, he’ll need at least a dollar-menu burger beforehand.
“Sir, mind sparing some change?” He called as he watched a man passing by, just to go unnoticed. Or rather, ignored. “Ma’am?”
He clicked his tongue, lowering a boney forearm back to his lap as his head leaned back against the wall.
Its dark in here.
scars-and-apples:
It was still real weird for Jake to realize that these guys were looking up to him as the one in charge. He’d always been the lone wolf of the group, or that person who you could trust to tear into the creep of the squad. But no; he was the man with the experience needed to handle BOW’s.
“Right, so, everyone ready to head into a shit show they might not get out of? We’re gonna need some ground rules for this. You’re gonna want to go for head shots, and don’t be afraid to use the environment. Some of these if you mess up a body part enough, it’ll mutate into an even uglier shit that’s harder to kill.”
Jake looked over the mercenaries, trying to gauge their load-outs. When he spotted the man with the sniper rifle, he had to blink to make sure his eyes were working. Was that Piers? Nah, he wouldn’t have let him go on like this if it was Piers.
“You, with the rifle! I’m gonna need you someplace easily defendable to take out hostiles, there’s gonna be some big fuckers that we’ll need as much damage on as possible before they get close. So, I’m gonna need some of us to keep an eye out for him; that guy is probably our ticket out of here! If he gets eaten, at least 4 of us are gone also.”
He was glad that someone finally wasn’t underestimating his abilities and importance, giving a quietly glance to the others before returning his focus to the younger man. He didn’t know how someone who was so young could be pointing around and giving orders, but it appeared like he was smarter than the older mercenaries he ahve worked with. Great. It was probably a bad sign. They were either being set up, or the guy’s gonna get killed in a horrible manner - right in front of his eyes.
Soldier tried to not think about this too much, however, simply nodding at Jake. “I don’t know what exactly we’re dealing with - but I could find an area which they probably can’t climb into.”
“I heard some of them could fly.”